A Picture is Worth... Meme.

[yohko]

A Picture is Worth.... Meme
This ain't your mama's meme. Forget your RNG, forget your tired old prompts.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's easy. Comment with your character. Then go comment around.
But instead of pre-filled prompts with words or numbers, you find a gif or image (any gif/image from any canon or scenario you please) that sets the scene.
The picture is the prompt.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY. AND POSSIBLY NSFW AND THERE MAY BE TRIGGERS.
Some images will not be able to be hidden behind cuts, so please be aware that triggery material may be found within.

If you post an image that is violent or sexual in nature please LINK it, do not embed it into the comment.
<a href="http://IMAGEURL" _fcksavedurl="http://IMAGEURL">TRIGGER WARNING GOES HERE</a>
Feel free to use this template to stick your image in there.
<img src="IMAGE URL" _fcksavedurl="IMAGE URL"width="400"><br />

Good resources for images/gifs are weheartit or tumblr. For not so safe for work gifs/images go here and here.

Original Meme here.

Comments

[ppk]

( q's life is his work, and his work is his life. frankly, he doesn't know any other way of living, and neither has one ever been presented to him. he doesn't have interpersonal relationships beyond the offices of MI6, where men and women older and more experienced than he is address him as sir, as befitting his status as head of the department. the agency always chooses the best, those ready to lay it all on the line for queen and country.

bond's line, not his. he doesn't claim patriotism to be his motivation.

and he certainly doesn't go on holidays. if there are days off to be had, q spends it planted firmly in his apartment, clad in flannel pajamas with a computer in his lap. he doesn't visit the countryside, he doesn't go jet-setting to exotic locales. but moneypenny's insistence ( and she is moneypenny now, after so many months of steady rapport-building ) had been firm, and her methods effective.

everyone at mi6 lives while they have the chance, because in a job like theirs, one has to seize the day where it presents itself. ( they don't tell you about the death rates when you sign up, but everyone knows ).

q sits in the passenger side seat. he doesn't drive. he takes the tube every morning and evening without fail, looking for all the world like any other university student in his cardigans and plaid pants. there's a tablet in lap, blinking lights and numbers that keeps him connected with all of his various departmental duties - but for now, he's looking out the window instead. )

You never mentioned where it was we were going, exactly.

( but he knows, naturally. he's got a gps system accurate to ten metres hooked up to a free-standing network. but perhaps, for the sake of small-talk, he can pretend that he doesn't. )

[deskjob]

( at times, eve understands the appeal of pajamas and staying home — there are some days when she'd like nothing better than just that, some good music and some tea and she's all set. unlike q, she would get bored of it rather quickly if not for travelling, if not for the job being challenging — not only mentally, though now that she works as m's aide, it is less physical than the field work she used to do.

like q, her work is her life and vice-versa.

which really, is all the reason she needs to know that they both require a holiday. the real challenge had been getting him to go along, but eve is nothing if not persuasive if she wants to be. )

No, I didn't. ( a small smile. ) I promise it'll have wifi, so you won't have to go without for even just the weekend.